Chapter 9 Embeed

Not long, the matter spread to the ears of Master Zhikong, who was practicing in the Zen room. Hearing this, he smiled and said to the monks around him, "Just deal with these people according to the rules of the temple. Remember, when you are about to be executed, you should summon all the people in the Qingchan Temple!"

In the afternoon, the weather was extremely sultry. In the big square in the center of Qingchan Temple, the atmosphere was depressing and suffocating. Hundreds of people gathered here in Qingchan Temple. Among them, several monks knelt on the ground with sad faces, and behind them were piles of high dry firewood!

"C execution!" A shout came. Firelight hit the dry wood, and fire dragons rose to the sky. Several monks kneeling trembled with fear, and some of them fainted in fear.

"Amitabha, good and good!" A sound of Buddha came out, and the fire was shining, and it was about to swallow up the tortured people.

"Wait!" A voice came from the crowd, breaking the atmosphere of suppressing and killing in the square. A young man in white, holding a folding fan in his hand, was romantic and came step by step, exuding endless heroism between his eyebrows. Who is this person not Zhang Ziguang?

Zhang Ziguang came to Master Zhikong and bowed and said, "Master Zhikong, this matter is done below. There is a fan fragrance that fascinates the masters, and then does all this, which has nothing to do with the masters!"

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and all the people present sighed. Several people of the Jianfeng faction were shocked. Only Liu Yuhong remained a little calm, but his face was very ugly.

Master Intelligent Control looked at Zhang Ziguang carefully, looked at him for a long time, and said, "Little benefactor, come with me!"

" Let the people talk first!" Zhang Ziguang said coldly and did not retreat at all. Master Zhikong smiled faintly and said, "People, I will naturally let it go. Let's invite the little donor to come to my room first!"

Zhang Ziguang glanced at him and greeted his ancestors countless times. Then he followed him away.

In the Zen room, Master Zhikong looked kind and asked Zhang Ziguang some trivial things about the Jianfeng faction. Zhang Ziguang was irritable and should reluctantly answer. After a while, he was really impatient and asked, "Master Zhikong asked me to come just to ask about these trivial things!"

Master Zhikong is still kind-looking and said, "Since the little donor asked this, the poor monk will not hide it. The noble sect and our temple have been in the same spirit since ancient times. Therefore, if the little donor are sentenced to death, it will definitely damage the relationship between the noble sect and our temple. However, the donor violates the rules of Buddhism, but it is also a felony. The death penalty is avoidable, and the living crime cannot be avoided.

"Hmm! How many times do you want to demonstrate the major torture in the world to me? Zhang Ziguang said disdainfully.

"That's not necessary!" Master Zhikong said kindly, "We are the most taboo for people in Buddhism to fight and kill. I mean, let the little donor concentrate on meditation, understand the Dharma, and improve cultivation on the inner wall of the Buddha for 15 days. I don't know what to do?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ziguang looked at Master Zhikong with a begging look and cried, "Master, kill me!"

"Good and good, the benefactor can concentrate on calming! Why do you have to commit suicide?" Master Zhikong said with a comforting look, with a smile in his eyes. After saying that, he waved his hand, and Zhang Ziguang stood outside the house. A monk came forward and said, "Master Zhang, please go this way. The poor monk will guide you!"

Zhang Ziguang stared at Master Zhikong's Zen room fiercely, greeted his ancestors again, and then reluctantly followed the monk in the direction of "prison".

In the dormitory, three disciples of the Jianfeng faction were sighing. Wu Zhilong mourned, "I just heard a master of Qingchan Temple say that Brother Zhang will be imprisoned for 15 days. Alas... miserable!" Liu Yuhong also looked sad and said, "Brother Zhang's kind of active man is locked in a dark room for 15 days. It's really more uncomfortable than killing him!" Only Zheng Xiao's face was cold and said, "He deserves it. He has done his own evil. He can't live!" Wu and Liu saw clearly that although Zheng Mei said so, her eyes were still endlessly worried.

At night, the night wind gently blows the leaves, rustling, as if leaving people's whispers, with a faint sadness in concern. Wu Zhilong looked at the empty bed beside him and was stunned. He couldn't sleep for a long time.

"Bad boy, who do you miss? Sister Liu went to bed early!" A voice came and echoed in the empty room for a long time. Wu Zhilong rubbed his sleepy eyes and sighed softly, "Alas... I've had many dreams recently!"

At this moment, the door creaked open, and a figure appeared in front of Wu Zhilong. Wu Zhilong was first shocked. After seeing it clearly, he was even more panicked and said, "Zhang Ziguang!?"

The person who came was Zhang Ziguang. He put one hand on Wu Zhilong's mouth and whispered, "Kid, you're going to die. It took me a lot of effort to escape. You want me to go back again. Let's go and take you to a place that you will never forget for the rest of your life!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for an answer, so he took him to run out. The streets of Yundu are brightly lit, full of light, with shadows and shoulder to shoulder. There are not many fireworks blooming in the distance, but it is lively!

Zhang Ziguang pulled the white sword dragon and walked in the crowd. Wu Zhilong was dazzled. He lived on Jianfeng Mountain all year round, only focusing on practicing the truth and practicing Taoism, and rarely saw such a scenic spot in the world.

Zhang Ziguang is different. His teacher, Guan Mu, is the first person in the middle generation of the Jianfeng faction. There are many opportunities to go down the mountain. It is also common to take Zhang Ziguang to the foot of the mountain to play, so Zhang Ziguang is also common and accustomed to this bustling city.

At this time, Zhang Ziguang's footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a courtyard. The door of the courtyard was painted red, which was very solemn and noble. Two big words were written on the gate: Lingfu.

When Wu Zhilong saw that Zhang Ziguang was different, he stopped and introduced, "The Ling family is the first cultivation family in Yundu City. The head of the family Lingkong is a master of the Chengkong period!"

Zhang Ziguang smiled coldly and left for a while in front of Lingfu. Wu Zhilong was a little impatient and said, "Hey, I said, what do you keep staring at other people's gates when you have nothing to do? What's the matter with bringing me out this time?"

Zhang Ziguang suddenly put away his cold expression and smiled evilly. Pointing to a building not far away, the building was reflected by countless colorful lights, and from time to time there were bursts of women's laughter, charming to the bone.

The white sword dragon turned red and pointed to Zhang Ziguang and said, "You...you..."

Zhang Ziguang stood still in a daze, pulled up the corner of his clothes and rushed to the building. When I walked in, countless beautiful women in light veils were waving to them enthusiastically. There was a big sign hanging at the entrance of the building, on which three big characters were written: Qunfangyuan.

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